[in the Dorian mode, in the Russian minor]
in a silver province
trackless we walked through snows
matchless though none could see us
in a silver province
someone brought chilled fruit
chilled fruit for no reason at all
we were the endless looping of God
in a silver province
and shone is the word I favored
through and through and shine
and shining in a silver province
stepped through a heretofore frozen door unlatched, unlatched
my soul in a dress of pure silver with shivery sleeves
shivery as diamonds hemmed
in a silver province
mary angela douglas 11 september 2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A heretofore frozen door unlatched. Nice piece of work.